Fragile as Breath

I had always been fragile, the kind of kid who could not handle a gust of wind without losing balance and who teared up over the smallest thing.

The day my biological parents found me and took me back into their wealthy world, everything had already felt unreal.

Then, things got worse.

Out of nowhere, an old woman came sprinting down the street and dropped right in front of the Bentley, like she had timed it perfectly.

I panicked and completely froze, so I did the only thing I could think of. I dropped down beside her and started crying.

However, I overdid it.